There is no better sight than to watch you from a distance, sitting there amongst your friends, strangers, some like you and some who would never compare to you. I’ve studied you before I had the chance to grasp ahold of you. I anticipated how you’d be wondering what I’m thinking, why I am walking back and forth eyes locked on you. In the back of my mind I must be sure that you are the only edition I want. I replayed this moment over and over, again. Selective of who I let inside, I don’t intend to make you think you are not good enough for my eyes, mind or soul. You know better than that.
Our moment is here.
My confidence is holding me steady yet I feel so frail reaching out to you. Pulling you off your pedestal because I hold no expectations when it comes to you. Holding you close to me was always meant to be. I gain with you, another journey I planned to take. I am shaky. Doing this for the first time with you just feels different. You are not expecting what’s to come, only know it has to happen to be tied to me forever. I’m a pro at this by now, but my fingers are forced to appear as normal as they can while I tame my nerves. I’m honored to form your first crease, as delicate as you are on the outside, the inside of you is prepared for the inevitable. What did I open up too? I can smell every part of you, a scent I will become familiar with but not in any rush for it to leave estranged. I have to take my time with you.
Now that you’ve let me in, I am lost for words, good thing you have many for me when I catch my breath. Although you are quiet just like the rest, you keep me intrigued, keeping me wanting to know everything about you. You’ll always be different from the rest, you tell a different story. So don’t compare or compete, just be here with me, in our moment while it lasts. Your first words were a sight for my eyes, I was not the only one anticipating you, you said and I quote “ Chapter One. “I was waiting for you.””
See I knew it! I chose you